The kid reappeared.

Dry and unkempt hair, covering the entire face. The clothes on his body were tattered, and there were many crooked needles and threads.

Under the bare plane tree, he buried his dirty head and shrunk into a small black ball. His body trembled, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

The sun shifted, slowly passing through the decaying branches. The oblique light came, and the black mass behind the plane tree shrunk.

Just a blink of an eye.

The child disappeared again.

Zhaorui rubbed his eyes and looked suspiciously at the sycamore tree where the leaves had fallen.

"Huh? Can I see the flowers? ”

It walked briskly towards the door, a cloud of smoke rolling up from the corner of its blue-gray robe.

"Master, master,"

A hurried voice rang out.

Zhaorui scratched his ears and cheeks, and stood helplessly in front of the sandalwood long case.

"What?"

The millimeter turned around and slowly sank into the middle of the inkstone. On the soft and clean paper, a word that had not dried ink jumped out: to.

I bowed my head and sat upright on the tuanpu. I picked up the post again and continued to write.

"Well, master," it tugged at its belt, a little embarrassed on its face.

The pen in his hand paused, and the ink droplets jumped on the paper and fell into a circle.

I flattened the color and moved two thin lips: "If you have something to say, what are you doing here?" Can you and I guess? ”

Zhaorui stomped his foot and bit the mouse's teeth. Facing my sight, I put the heart of a hundred-year-old mouse horizontally. He said, "Look, master, I am six hundred and fifty-seven years old."

"Really? This year's birthday, I'm going to give you a big deal," I glanced at it, a hint of worry lingering in my heart.

"Okay, okay, then I'll hire more people. Liu Laosan under the locust tree, Gray Xiaotian in Shiligou, Huang Wenyuan in Qingmaling......"

Zhaorui clapped his hands again and again, and the conversation box was opened. It's as if the flood has crossed the river and started chattering endlessly.

"Shut up," I couldn't take it anymore, and threw an openwork pen holder straight at its head.

Zhaorui lowered his head and flashed away.

It grinned and pulled out a half-silly and half-treacherous smile: "Hehe, I know." The master is the best, I follow the master, I can't make a mistake in this life,"

"Oh, no, no, no, I didn't mean this,"

Zhaorui suddenly shouted and patted the stuck head.

It turned into its original form and jumped to the corner of the table in three or two steps. The rat's whiskers trembled, and the three-petal mouth bent and bent.

Zhaorui looked up and looked very solemn: "Master, you see, I am more than six hundred years old. Old arms and legs, I can't walk anymore. The old eyes are also dizzy, and they are almost unable to see clearly. Can you ......"

Grabbed it by the tail and carried it upside down in mid-air. I raised my eyebrows, half-squinting and half-open: "Really?" Let's count the working hours together,"

Tapping lightly on the sandalwood tabletop, my face was gentle and my voice was faint.

"The fragrant bone shop has only been open for three years, and you barely managed to do half of the work in the store. Later, Xiao Hei came to the store, and you simply didn't even go to the yard to cut the incense wood. ”

"You may be small, but you are very good at eating. I'll make a rough calculation with you, in the years that the fragrant bone shop has been in business. How much have you eaten me, and how many clothes have you woon? ”

"There are no less than 300 pigs, 200 cows, and at least 500 or 600 chickens and ducks, all of which are cheap."

"Kangbao fish is hard to buy, water is hard to find, jade heart fruit is rare in the world, and blue blood bead grass is priceless treasure......"

Zhaorui clasped his hands together and knelt on the sandalwood case: "I was wrong, I know I was wrong, I don't dare anymore."

After that, while wiping his eyes fiercely, he secretly looked at me: "I'm just dazzled for a while, and my eyes are not really blind yet,"

As soon as I slapped its mouse claws off, I knocked on its head: "Okay, okay, don't pretend, I already knew, you peeked there,"

Zhaorui smirked and poked his head over: "Hehe, master." I was just outside and saw a little kid. As soon as I hit the eyes, I thought it was me, but the eyes were broken? ”

"Oh? Where's the child?" I was momentarily surprised, and tilted my head to look at it.

Zhaorui seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and the fluff on his body suddenly exploded: "Which one else could it be, the cub who hit the carriage." This little dirty cub is not big and runs very fast,"

"Are you sure?" I asked, staring at it.

"It's him, the same dress, the same face,"

I twitched the corners of my mouth, and I couldn't help but secretly think: In this world, there are more people dressed in the same way. In this world, there are many people who look alike.

This dead rat spirit, what he said, is really not reliable at all.

I glanced back at it, and it was wasting my time out of tune.

"Really, really, master," Zhaorui saw that I didn't believe it, and hurriedly jumped up, "It's him, it's him, I won't admit it." He covered his face, but I remember his taste,"

"And, moreover, he's suddenly gone, like last time!" Zhaorui hurriedly added.

I closed my eyes, looked away, and surveyed my surroundings.

However, nothing special was found.

"Do you see anything weird?"

Zhaorui scratched his head, his eyebrows furrowed: "It's nothing weird, that kid...... It's dirty, the smell is a little cold, and I love to shrink in the shadows,"

"Oh oh oh, I remembered, as soon as the sun shone down, he was gone. Under the plane tree, in the middle of the road,"

Zhaorui patted his chest and gasped: "Oh my God, my God." What kind of demon is it? ”

Knock, knock, knock.

After knocking it three times, I glanced at it: "You are a rat spirit, what are you afraid of here,"

"What's more, it doesn't have to be,"

I lowered my eyes, and my mind drifted away.

A few days ago.

The faceless man came to the door.

That day, he was half-standing by the pillar, his disheveled hair falling to his chest.

He said: "I heard that Gongzi can realize the dream of the world." I don't know if Childe can come back to life? ”

I smiled and said, "In this world, how can there be any resurrection? There is only life for life,"

His body shrank suddenly, and his whole person looked even more thin and thin.

"Excuse me," he said, turning and walking away again.

The autumn rain washed away wantonly, and his back melted in the rain.

If it weren't for the pillar, there would be an undried watermark. I would almost have thought that there had never been a person standing here.

Faceless man, dirty child, shadow, avoid light.

I pondered it repeatedly, and before I knew it, the tea in the cup was already cold.

Looking up at the window, it was already dark. I shook Zhaorui and put away all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Tying the cloak around my body, I straightened out my somewhat messy appearance.

Zhaorui's sleepy eyes were still worried, and he saw my figure walking back and forth. It grinned and hurriedly asked, "It's so late, master, where are you going?"

"Go to the play, a good show," I pulled the corners of my mouth, and said with a smile.

Zhaorui snorted and quickly rolled over and stood up. With a difficult look on its face, it slowly took a few steps forward.

Suddenly, it stopped. His gaze was unusually determined, and he seemed to have made a very important decision.

I saw it, and the little hand was clenched into a fist, and it was lifted on the right chest.

The corners of the robe suddenly fell, and the plum blossom mark was added.

It buried its head: "Master~ I'm going too,"

"Go down,"

"No,"

Me: "......"

Cross a sheep's gut path and turn into a dense bamboo forest. After walking for another kilometer, the eyes suddenly opened up.

Beside an irregular pond are several well-made huts.

There are a few flower carp in the pond, walking around leisurely. When he saw someone coming, he didn't hide in a hurry.

Zhaorui's hands were itchy for a while, and he was about to go down to the pond to touch the fish.

Smack, smack, smack. Pulled the strip and whipped it three times.

"I still don't want to watch the show,"

Zhao Rui laughed dryly twice, and retracted his hairy paws in a curt.

"Let's go," I said, turning and pushing the door open.

The house is not very big, and everything is neatly packed.

Tables, chairs and benches are placed on the left side, and a coarse cloth curtain is erected on the right side. Behind the curtain was a two-man wide elm bed, and the gray quilt on the wooden bed was folded into a tofu-like shape.

I walked straight to the wooden bed and knocked on the partition around it.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Here, let's go,"

I lifted a partition in the corner of the bed, revealing a dark hole.

I jumped without thinking about it.